When she dances
it’s nothing special.
Her hair willows,
weeping as she dips,
feet arching.
Praying hands knife
to heaven. The prayer
is unheard.
It’s a dance
she performs everyday—
and no one sees.
No one sees her bending
back, muscles taut,
steel cables holding her.
Without those
she collapses.
Becomes nothing—
shapeless.
Like a goddess she spans,
dipping to the ocean
but not touching.
JKolasch
Jacob Kolasch 
I really liked this one! It reminded me of the ocean, and the Golden Gate Bridge, and a bit of loneliness. Good images!
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